Real life

Everything echoes louder in our heads: a single moment blows up silver screen size, a glance engulfs, a sentence repeats and repeats to distortion. We carry with us our own realities, which blur, overlap, and occasionally converge. Life is messy. But it gets less messy with music. I just got home from seeing WU LYF. They made my chest hurt, the pressure almost too much. There was no relief, no release, it just built and built. I can still feel the sound. It’s a sweet pain. They were really fucking good.